RE: Quest for the Gemgark
06-04-2012, 11:35 PM
Festinger would be pleased at the intruding visitors if he did have the metaphysical capacity to produce care. However, a lack of an apparent soul often hinders this process and so the occultist remained blissfully nihilistic, while the lizardman who was getting increasingly impatient at everything in general. Festinger would gawk at the spidery treasure hunter, the androgynous assassin, and the Most Definitely Here Ghost, but he had more important matters to attend to. Namely, sleep.
“No you don’t.” A familiar voice growled as Festinger received a couple of slaps into his pallid face. It was enough for Festinger to halfheartedly protest and ease his uncomfortable stature into the conversation. As a reader would see, Festinger was not a walking vegetable, but more like a family Labrador in terms of responding to external stimulus.
After dealing with the occultist, Sk’karl decided he had some questions to be answered. “Gemgark, eh,” he breathed through his teeth. “Why you seek it.”
“Oh, I could ask the same thing to you,” Aureole made a gesture to the lizardman.
“Okay, fine. You got me there,” Sk’karl backed down as he was not going to give his personal reasons, even if they were to be so generous to give theirs. “Fine, we all want Gemgark for something. So, what you want with me then.”
“Well,” the treasure hunter replied in turn. “I was wondering if you would accept a party invitation to search for the Artifact With No Name.”
“I guess the bigger question is why we should get together.”
“Because alone, the task is impossible.” From the folds of her cloak, she retrieved the ancient journal she used to bargain the Spitesprite with. With a deft sweep, Aureole flipped to the middle of the artifact, showing Sk’karl the glory of the macabre scene with the monsters, the fleeing people, and the suspicious smudge lovingly pictured in the manuscript.
Despite the graphic depiction of the chthonic beasts and the unusual amounts of blood in the archaeologically valuable illustration, Sk’karl was all but convinced under Aureole’s words. He understood the value of cooperation but suspicion was a difficult thing to shake off. “Well, Gemgark is a valuable, coveted thing. How could I trust we, including you, YOU.” He pointed at Aureole and Idealana respectively. “And er, him I guess.” Sk’karl kind of made a half-hearted jab at Festinger hovering creepily over the journal. “To form some successful sort of party and not backstab each other?”
Aureole closed her eyes. “Remember, although all our goals for the Artifact With No Name may or may not be savory, the party is based on goodwill and trust. Each of us have skills and weakness that other may not have. By cooperating, we can cover all our weaknesses and support each other strengths, giving us a net success in the end -- if we ever have a success that is. Plus --” Aureole opened her eyes. “I know one potential location...”
Sk’karl’s slitted pupils lit up at the notion of evidence related to Gemgark. Information about Gemgark was not only incredibly obscure, but also incredibly rare - which made even a rumor about this Nameless Jewel to worth their weight in gold. Perhaps by going along with this strange insect woman, he could get clues to this fabled treasure...and perhaps the whereabouts to his friend.
“Fine, you made your case. I accept your invitation. ” The lizardman sheathed his dagger. “But I am watching you guys.”
“Mhm,” Aureole acknowledged. “We might need one or two more people before we start this.”
“BooOoOOOOoooo.” A familiar ghostly voice interrupted.
Sk’karl sighed, “Oh did I mention, this room is also haunted by a ghost.”
“I can tell,” Aureole replied, as she stood up.
“Where is holy water when we need it,” the lizardman grumbled to himself as he walked out of the door. The wad of invisible ectoplasm was one of those minor problems that frustrated life and Sk’karl was determined not to lose any sleep over this transparent hindrance.
“I am going to get some. “ He declared as tromped loudly down the stairs. To be honest, the lizardman was not too sure if this town was sophisticated enough to carry vials of genuine holy water, but he was going to risk this. Ghosts were stupid and annoying, and the sooner that otherworldly squatter evacuates, the better.
Aureole heard the heavy steps of the lizardman fade into the noise of the crowd. The treasure hunter was never the person (well, not quite person) to let time escape from her grasp and she decided it would be a rather good idea to mill with the populace of the crowd to get more allies to minimize the dangers of the quest. Of course, she needed to make sure her belongings return safely into her bag. Gemgark material was valuable and Aureole did not want any opportunistic fellow to take advantage of small mistakes.
Aureole was mildly discomfited when she saw a certain mage taking full occupation of the journal in which she used to convince Sk’karl. Festinger was reading so closely that the manuscript was practically shoved into his face. It was an eerie and a commiserable sight, the treasure hunter acknowledged, but she did not want to risk damage and theft to anything about, related, and pertaining to Gemgark.
So she took it back.
“Hey,” Festinger, despite all the joy and care sucked from his very being, felt a vague sort of disappointment when the journal was spirited away by Aureole’s grasp. “I was reading that.”
“Yes, but it’s mine,” Aureole carefully packed the journal into her hidden bag and walked out of the entrance carelessly left open by Sk’karl. “I am going to leave for a bit.”
Without even a word, Idealana trailed behind Aureole like liquid night, leaving Festinger alone in the room(sort of). The occultist was left with something that felt like awkwardness and somewhere in the depths of his incredibly boring psyche, he really did not want to be left alone. Festinger was not a social person considering he had not a flippant care for companionship, but he did not want to be a social outcast with furniture and a ghost for friends. Plus, that spider lady owed him the rest of the book to read.
“Wait up.” Festinger frantically (as frantically as he could get) said as he picked up his robes and ran. Despite having the stamina of tissue paper, he was hoping to catch up to Aureole and Idealana.
“No you don’t.” A familiar voice growled as Festinger received a couple of slaps into his pallid face. It was enough for Festinger to halfheartedly protest and ease his uncomfortable stature into the conversation. As a reader would see, Festinger was not a walking vegetable, but more like a family Labrador in terms of responding to external stimulus.
After dealing with the occultist, Sk’karl decided he had some questions to be answered. “Gemgark, eh,” he breathed through his teeth. “Why you seek it.”
“Oh, I could ask the same thing to you,” Aureole made a gesture to the lizardman.
“Okay, fine. You got me there,” Sk’karl backed down as he was not going to give his personal reasons, even if they were to be so generous to give theirs. “Fine, we all want Gemgark for something. So, what you want with me then.”
“Well,” the treasure hunter replied in turn. “I was wondering if you would accept a party invitation to search for the Artifact With No Name.”
“I guess the bigger question is why we should get together.”
“Because alone, the task is impossible.” From the folds of her cloak, she retrieved the ancient journal she used to bargain the Spitesprite with. With a deft sweep, Aureole flipped to the middle of the artifact, showing Sk’karl the glory of the macabre scene with the monsters, the fleeing people, and the suspicious smudge lovingly pictured in the manuscript.
Despite the graphic depiction of the chthonic beasts and the unusual amounts of blood in the archaeologically valuable illustration, Sk’karl was all but convinced under Aureole’s words. He understood the value of cooperation but suspicion was a difficult thing to shake off. “Well, Gemgark is a valuable, coveted thing. How could I trust we, including you, YOU.” He pointed at Aureole and Idealana respectively. “And er, him I guess.” Sk’karl kind of made a half-hearted jab at Festinger hovering creepily over the journal. “To form some successful sort of party and not backstab each other?”
Aureole closed her eyes. “Remember, although all our goals for the Artifact With No Name may or may not be savory, the party is based on goodwill and trust. Each of us have skills and weakness that other may not have. By cooperating, we can cover all our weaknesses and support each other strengths, giving us a net success in the end -- if we ever have a success that is. Plus --” Aureole opened her eyes. “I know one potential location...”
Sk’karl’s slitted pupils lit up at the notion of evidence related to Gemgark. Information about Gemgark was not only incredibly obscure, but also incredibly rare - which made even a rumor about this Nameless Jewel to worth their weight in gold. Perhaps by going along with this strange insect woman, he could get clues to this fabled treasure...and perhaps the whereabouts to his friend.
“Fine, you made your case. I accept your invitation. ” The lizardman sheathed his dagger. “But I am watching you guys.”
“Mhm,” Aureole acknowledged. “We might need one or two more people before we start this.”
“BooOoOOOOoooo.” A familiar ghostly voice interrupted.
Sk’karl sighed, “Oh did I mention, this room is also haunted by a ghost.”
“I can tell,” Aureole replied, as she stood up.
“Where is holy water when we need it,” the lizardman grumbled to himself as he walked out of the door. The wad of invisible ectoplasm was one of those minor problems that frustrated life and Sk’karl was determined not to lose any sleep over this transparent hindrance.
“I am going to get some. “ He declared as tromped loudly down the stairs. To be honest, the lizardman was not too sure if this town was sophisticated enough to carry vials of genuine holy water, but he was going to risk this. Ghosts were stupid and annoying, and the sooner that otherworldly squatter evacuates, the better.
Aureole heard the heavy steps of the lizardman fade into the noise of the crowd. The treasure hunter was never the person (well, not quite person) to let time escape from her grasp and she decided it would be a rather good idea to mill with the populace of the crowd to get more allies to minimize the dangers of the quest. Of course, she needed to make sure her belongings return safely into her bag. Gemgark material was valuable and Aureole did not want any opportunistic fellow to take advantage of small mistakes.
Aureole was mildly discomfited when she saw a certain mage taking full occupation of the journal in which she used to convince Sk’karl. Festinger was reading so closely that the manuscript was practically shoved into his face. It was an eerie and a commiserable sight, the treasure hunter acknowledged, but she did not want to risk damage and theft to anything about, related, and pertaining to Gemgark.
So she took it back.
“Hey,” Festinger, despite all the joy and care sucked from his very being, felt a vague sort of disappointment when the journal was spirited away by Aureole’s grasp. “I was reading that.”
“Yes, but it’s mine,” Aureole carefully packed the journal into her hidden bag and walked out of the entrance carelessly left open by Sk’karl. “I am going to leave for a bit.”
Without even a word, Idealana trailed behind Aureole like liquid night, leaving Festinger alone in the room(sort of). The occultist was left with something that felt like awkwardness and somewhere in the depths of his incredibly boring psyche, he really did not want to be left alone. Festinger was not a social person considering he had not a flippant care for companionship, but he did not want to be a social outcast with furniture and a ghost for friends. Plus, that spider lady owed him the rest of the book to read.
“Wait up.” Festinger frantically (as frantically as he could get) said as he picked up his robes and ran. Despite having the stamina of tissue paper, he was hoping to catch up to Aureole and Idealana.